Nocturne

the days are getting shorter
that means longer nights
thank God!

I don't like waiting until nine pm
to get a fix of night-time impulses

the night
my place
my natural habitat

an odd vitality arises
with the star spangled sky
maybe it's the incongruous lighting
of street lamps, neon,
and stellar speckles
exciting my optics into perceiving
quirky, impressionistic art scenes
in shadows and beams
never quite revealing all
and always leaving a small mystery
to ponder

anyway,
I am more comfortable
at night
most alive
at night
and I too become a small mystery
as I dissapate
into a nocturne
on the dreamy side of the twilights